He jogged down the hill where he had stood talking to the Goblin King only moments before to the large stone walls. He was amazed at how smooth the stones were, whoever had cut them had to be the greatest mason to have ever lived. As much as he'd like to, however, he had no time to admire them. He pushed on through fields of blue-green grass and fountians, his eyes locked on the wall. Then came a noise above his thoughts, like the fluttering of a fly mixed with soft bells. He looked now to the fountians to see thousands of tiny lights dashing about the pools.

Faeries? he thought.

Sure enough they were floating back and forth along the pools staring at their own reflections. He supposed it was no more surprising than the Goblin King showing up from nowhere. He approached one, he'd herd tell that is if you captured on it would grant you a single wish.

And he knew exactly what to wish for.

His hand shot out at one speedily pinning its wings together within his fore-finger and thumb. The rest of the faeries speed away quickly, leaving him alone with the on in his hand. "Now," he said brining the tiny creature up to his face, "You will grant me my wish."

The thing in his hand bat her eyelashes at him, then with one finger motioned him to come closer. He did as was asked only to realize to late that the creature in his fingers was not the Faerie he had thought it was. With in an instant the creature revealed rows of sharp-pointed teeth jutting out of its jaws like tiny daggers. The thing stuck its teeth into his nose causing him to fall backwards.

"Bwahahaha," He heard the deep throaty laugh coming from behind him. Sitting on the stump of a tree that hadn't been there before was a young goblin in upper class english clothing.

"Where'd you come from?" Jareth asked, "None of this was hear before."

"Well," said the goblin raising its thick brown eyebrows, "What makes you say I weren't?"

"Wasn't," Jareth corrected.

"What?" it asked.

"What makes you say I wasn't?" Jareth replied.

"I never said you wasn't," It answered back with a sly smile.

He felt his eyes narrow and his anger boil up as he looked at the thing, "Look I don't have time for games, do you live around here?"

"Well of course I do," it answered like he should know, "I am a goblin after all, I live in the goblin city in the center of the Labyrinth, I do."

"Ah!" Cried Jareth, "So you know how to get into the Labyrinth?"

"Of course I do," It answered that sly smile still resting on it's lips like it knew something he didn't.

"Well?" Jareth asked impatiently.

"Well what?" it asked back.

Jareth was growing tired of these games, he wandered over to the goblin and hefted it up off its feet. "Then tell me," he demanded cooly.

The creature didn't seem all to frightened, "You haven't asked the right question yet."

"Will you tell me how to get into the Labyrinth?" Jareth snapped through grit teeth.

The thing smiled now, "Ah, now thats the right question." It turned its head to the wall, "You gets in there."

Where once was a wall was now a gaint oak door that swung open slowly as he turned his head towards it. Jareth put the little goblin down, "Thank you, Mr-"

"Its Hoggle," the goblin said fixing his tunic.

"Thank you Mr. Hoggle."

"It's just Hoggle," The thing snapped. It noticed Jareth staring at the door, if he hadn't known any better he would've assumed the human was having second thoughts, "You, uh, you're not going in there, are you?"

Jareth closed his eyes and sighed, "It's not like I have much of a choice." And with that he stepped inside. The door swung slowly behind him closing him in. He looked immedeatly from his left to his right seeing nothing but miles of endless corridor.

"Might as well go that way," Jareth muttered to himself turning to the right.

The idea behind this fan-fic is that it is a prequal to one of my all time favorite movies Jim Henson's "Labrynth."Its to build why Jareth is so attracted to Sarah. Oh, and why exactly he's such an a**.I dunno if you guys are gonna get the accent I put on the Goblin King so: I wrote him with how I thought a heavy Scottish accent sounds, excuse me if I'm wrong.

I wasn't sure I would like this story when I started reading it, but you've caught my interest despite myself. There are a few grammatical and spelling problems throughout, and some historical issues (before Jareth entered the Labyrinth, of course) but I'm still enjoying reading this. I look forward to seeing where you take your story.I wasn't sure from your description, but perhaps you would like some references for Scottish accents? I would recommend looking up David Tennant. He read a few children's stories for TV in his native Scottish accent.

Historical errors? I tried pretty hard to make sure I hadn't run into any, I even went as far from changing the people that attacked from the Frech to Vikings just in case. Please explain and I shall do my best to fix these.Thank you for the refrence, I think I will enjoy David Tennant reading simply because he is an amazing person.As for the spelling, sorry, I suck at it. Always wanted to be a writer, just didn't want to write it the way everyone else does. Thank you for your comment, I shall do my best to keep it interesting.

The biggest one was calling England the British Empire. There was no British Empire until the 16th century or so, but the Viking invasions lasted only until the 900s.Thank you for writing! I'll read as long as you continue to post it

Thank you May I ask your oppinion: Should I changein back to the French then? So that it fits history?I was just about to post another one, I thought I should give it a break and let people actually read it before posting another one and it would seem the people who want to read it have caught up.

Well, is it necessary for Jareth to live in England? If it's the British Empire, he could be in a colony, such as in India, the Caribbean, or Africa. If you want the French to be the attackers, you could move the time frame of your story back to the Hundred Years' War [link] Here's a list of the battles, including naval battles. Now, I don't know what you have planned, but from what I've read I don't think it would hurt your story to move the time frame all the way back to the 900's and keep your attackers as the Vikings.

As far as posting, probably a break would be good, if only to keep from flooding the group with submissions all of a sudden!